The most intimate thing you can do with someone is to eat with them. Dr. White told this to my Diverse Population class about a month ago, and I have found it to be true.

Almost every morning after I wake up, I eat breakfast. I usually fill a bowl with cold milk and Honey Nut Cheerios, and eat with God. No, I do not get out a bowl and pour Him some Lucky Charms, but that would be sweet. Instead, I grab my Bible and devotional book. This year I am going through a yearly devotional called “Women of the Bible” by Ann Spangler and Jean Syswerda, which I would highly recommend to anyone.

One week my devotions were about an unfaithful woman who tried to seduce Joseph, Potiphar’s wife. I thought really nothing of this woman until I went to Ada Bible and Pastor Jeff Manion was talking about the life of Joseph and Potiphar’s wife. Then in chapel the speaker mentioned the same thing. All in the same week, it seemed like God had a billboard laid right before my eyes, but instead of an outline of my life, it surprisingly read “drive,” and I knew it had something to do with my devotions. So I blinked my eyes a few more times, squinted to see if there was any fine print, and thought “What do ‘drive’ and Potiphar’s wife have in common?” When I asked that question one morning I suddenly felt like I had connected the dots and that God had whacked me in the forehead and said “DUH!” all at the same time. Well God was trying to tell me that like Potiphar’s wife, I was driven by merely protecting myself. I had become the passenger in my own life. I was driven by homework, making the Dean’s List, having friends, and working. Yeah, I was doing my devotions almost every morning, but was I really consciously there? Was I just going for the drive, looking out the window at all of the places I would go, but being driven by the old lady who goes way too slow, puts her blinker on way too early, and only drives during the day? Instead, I should have been driving hand-in-hand with a driver who gets my heart pumping and makes me almost reach for the “oh crap” handle. That crazy driver is God, and we never know where He is going, but He gets us there safely and right on time. He lets us get a little scared at times, and when He finally stops, He laughs and says, “If only you would trust me.” Then of course we laugh, become less tense and realize how ridiculous we were.

So God kept asking me when I was going to let Him get behind the wheel and help me put the “pedal to the metal.” Joseph was letting God drive his car, even though he was a slave, but God stopped with Joseph at so many wonderful places. Potiphar’s wife noticed that everything Joseph touched prospered, and she wanted to be part of that. I was Potiphar’s wife; I knew the life I could have. I needed to stop at a red light and yell “Chinese fire drill” with my homework, good grades, having friends and working, so that God and I could run around the car and jump in the driver’s seat before the light turned green. So we do not know what happens to Potiphar’s wife, we do not even know her name, but my name is Katlin Suzanne and like a bad prom date, I am usually really late picking up God, but He still likes me and is always there waiting patiently for me. So have an intimate breakfast with the One who is always patiently waiting for you to call on His name.

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